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My Golden Fairy

Thou met me in the weeks of January, Thou seemed to be a damsel out of the woods of fairy- Thy beauty, thy grace Like the snow flakes the colour of thy face. Let it be morning or a stormy night, Thy beauty cheers my sight- Thy freshness like a rose , Makes my verses come just as a river flows. Oh dear! How will I utter how much I covet you, Thy thoughts like a canopy cover me like the sky blue- Thy murmur,thy sigh, Have the mute beauty of mountains high. Still I fail to express my feels -what a pity-- But I love you dear ,Oh! my sweety!!

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